365 Days of Love Rants
day 39 : can't believe it
pg
can't believe it || 1793wc
The wafting smell of golden pancakes being tossed to the air. A sophisticated male with his sleek blue shirt with its sleeve folded neatly and a white apron etched on his midsection was intently pouring the batter on the non-stick pan as if it was a masterpiece in the making. He rested the plastic bowl left with the remnants of flour at a side, preparing the tea next and the teapot clanked against the cold marble a little too loud. The man quickly rose the teapot examined the bottom; fear of the teapot had broken due to his careless handling.
A screeching sound of house slippers sluggishly dragged amplified upon the thin walls of the apartment. The man smiled acknowledging as the bunny slippers come to view.
3
2
1
“Minho hyung!” A teen, no, a boy shouted groggily in annoyance, retracted his hand from the side of his pink pyjamas and covered his yawning.
“Morning,Taemin!”The man greeted as he walked forth, walking past the boy to the dining table setting up for breakfast.
“HYUNG!”The boy was exasperated for the lack of attention he had been showered with, staring at the man with his arms folded into an akimbo and his bunny slippers covered feet tapping loudly against the linoleum tile, the man turned around and smiled.
“How can I help you?”The man said almost sarcastically, it was the routine he had to go through since the boy had rented one of the rooms in his apartment. The boy will wake up in aggravation, on time for breakfast still in his pyjamas whining about the clanking and the noises coming from kitchen.
“You’re too loud! I don’t have class this morning and you just ruined my plan to sleep in!”And just he had thought, the boy was whining the same thing he’ll be whining on a Monday morning. The only way to calm his little temperament was - bribing him with foods to shut him up.
“Taemin, I made your favourites today. Pancakes with chocolate syrup on top.”The man traded, showing off the piles of pancakes being poured with abundant amount of chocolate syrup falling down like a waterfall and a final touch of cherry on top, and the man could see the boy unconsciously licked his lips with his eyes bulging in appreciation and arms reaching for the plate.
“Nu-uh. Shower first.”The man rested the plate and signalled the boy to his bedroom.
Taemin 0
Minho 1
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“Hyung, pass me the syrup.”Taemin asked across the table, Minho was reading his newspapers, sort off, he could hear the boy was desperately wanting the liquid of saccharine goodness which was next to Minho for a mischievous reason .
“Hyung!”The boy raised his voice, the man chuckled and smirked knowing the boy was losing his patience. Minho flipped to the next page, skimming aimlessly on the images and the black writings filled with facts and lack of narrative.
“HYUNG!”The boy shouted, his face was red with anger as he stood up trying to reach the syrup.
“Taemin, can’t you see I’m trying to read newspapers peacefully. Go get it yourself.”Minho remarked and he was trying to hinder from bursting to a loud laugh seeing the boy’s annoyed expression.
“FINE!”The boy walked to his side, and snatched the syrup. When Taemin was seated, Minho could feel a fiery stare burning holes to his newspapers and the dark aura Taemin emits was enough to make Minho’s pleasure in reading decreases.
Taemin 1
Minho 1
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“Well, Taemin take care.”Minho muttered, ruffling Taemin’s hair leaving the boy pouting and his hands moving to re-adjust the mess. Minho chuckled.
“Make sure the doors closed when you’re leaving the apartment to your class.”Minho said, adjusting the strap of his blueprint carriage.
“Yes, yes I get it, you can leave now. Trust me, I’m fine and the people in the firm need you more than I do.”Taemin pushes Minho to the door, urging the architect to leave.
“I’ll take care of the house, myself.”The boy continues ranting and unexpectedly Minho pecked his cheek. The blabbering Taemin had been replaced with a blushing Taemin, Minho chuckled and ruffled his hair which at this rate, Taemin hadn’t even realised.
~
Taemin was stoned at the same spot for quite a long time with the scene replaying every time he shook it off with extra effort. He caressed the spot Minho’s lips had touched and he giggled. He spins around the living room as if he was in a field of blossoming flowers, turning on the radio, and singing free-willingly. Is this love, is this how being in love supposed to feel? He thought to himself when he lay on the couch staring on the ceiling searching for answers. The tingling on the place he was kissed, the constant need to repeat the event and to blush beautifully. If this how love feels, he doesn’t want to be out of the supply of love.
~
It was after his class during the afternoon and he had received good tidings that Taemin found himself dialling Minho’s number whilst waiting for the bus. He was anticipating for the man’s voice, but at the same time his palms was sweating as he rested them on his laps, for the first time in his life, his tongue had been tied by an invisible string when Minho’s baritone and his ear candy called out his name on the phone.
“Taemin, taemin are you there?”Taemin nodded which he later mentally slapped himself.
“Y-yes, Taemin is here.”He stuttered, his palm was clenching the material of his pants for borrowed comfort.
“What’s wrong, Tae? Are you sick?”The man on the other side of the phone sounded concern and it melted his heart. The nickname that he was used to be called by his friends, sounded better with Minho’s voice.
“N-no, I just want to tell you I got the highest mark for my project.”
“That deserves a celebration! Taeminnie, I need to go, meet you later, Ok?”And, he sat there giggling to himself, receiving dirty looks from the passer-by.
~
“Who was that?”A man with feline eyes and a sharp jaw enquiries as he leaned at the door sill, his eyes were glinting with curiosity.
“Ah,no one Kibum.”Minho retorted, pretending to sketch.
“Well, of course it’s no one, especially when you’re blushing. The man walked inside the office, slyly choosing his words in order to crack the passwords to Minho’s secret.
“Fine, it was Taemin.”Minho answered lowly; making sure it’s only audible to Kibum.
“Oh, the cute boy who’s living with you.”Kibum shrieked and Minho signalled him to keep it down with hand gestures.
“That’s the one.”Minho answered back, scratching the lead of his pencil on the paper.
“I see you’re so love struck, that you’re drawing him during work hours.”Key glanced on the paper, and impishly commented on his sketch which was none other than Taemin’s face.
Minho quickly scrambled and hid the sketch beneath a pile of documents.
“Introduce him to me, when you guys starts dating.”Kibum said as his took his leave.
~
Minho went back a little after 6 with a bottle of fine wine to celebrate Taemin’s good news, as he drive back with the mellow, romantic tracks playing on the radio. He was taken back to 3 months ago, when Taemin first arrived on his doorstep, officially his tenant. The boy, well, teen is a sophomore in a university majoring in Architecture. The boy had first greeted him with a toothy smile, to be honest, before Taemin came, he was this cold and workaholic architect, working 24/7, his lavish apartment constantly unoccupied as he was used to working after hours and spending the nights in his office, only coming back for change of clean clothes and weekends.
Then Taemin came in, a klutz and in his eyes a child that need constant attention. Suddenly, all his usual routine and workaholic habit was tossed out of the windows; he stayed home, to accompany the boy, protecting him. He was no longer the Choi Minho who lives in the office, Taemin had taken him away from that shell, they spent weekends together, which at one point, Kibum had mentioned to him that he was a changed man which he shook off and remarked as silly.
But, as times passed by, collecting the younger’s habit which at first he thought was irritating but now he uses them to seek amusement as the boy being worked up every time Minho teased him. The feeling that people labelled as love started budding, and that was the only reason he kissed the boy’s cheek this morning, the effect of it on the boy was priceless. And, Kibum was right, he was a changed man and with that thought he smiled and was eager to get home.
~
“Taemin, I’m home!”He shouted once he entered the apartment.
“Welcome back!”The boy called out with an apron clinging on his neck.
“What are you doing?” Minho asked sceptically.
“Dinner!”The boy momentously answered. Minho was about to tease the boy when the smell of steak inches in his nose and all was gone.
“I think I’m going to shower now.”Minho rested the bottle of wine on the counter and rushes to his bedroom.
~
The meal was scrumptious, after they had finished cleaning up. Both of them rested on the couch watching soap operas. Once in awhile sipping their glass of wine.
“Here’s to Lee Taemin’s successful project.”Minho started
“And Choi Minho’s firm.”Taemin ended as their clinked their glasses together.
Taemin was lightheaded; it takes him a few glass of alcohol to make his speech slur and his movements wary. Taemin rested his head on Minho’s shoulder with his hands wounding around Minho’s waist, the man was surprised but his hand slowly strokes the boy’s locks.
“Minho-ah, I like you a lot.”Slurry speech was muttered but still can be comprehended, the boy hiccupped.
“I like you a lot too.”Minho retorted back and Taemin sat up with his hand clutching his throbbing head, tilting his head to the side in confusion.
Minho strike forward, cupping the boy’s cheeks in his palms and their lips met languidly. They pulled back seconds later, with no words muttered between them.
But Taemin had his wounded tighter around Minho’s waist and his head resting on Minho’s chest and Minho had his chin resting on Taemin’s head, and slowly stroking the boy’s locks.
At times, action speaks louder than words.
When I’m with you, I don’t mind being nervous
I may be a little hasty, but you’re the only one who can tell me what to do~
I guess my heart was stolen before I knew it and I’m missing you all day long~
- Younha - Can’t Believe It
pg
can't believe it || 1793wc
The wafting smell of golden pancakes being tossed to the air. A sophisticated male with his sleek blue shirt with its sleeve folded neatly and a white apron etched on his midsection was intently pouring the batter on the non-stick pan as if it was a masterpiece in the making. He rested the plastic bowl left with the remnants of flour at a side, preparing the tea next and the teapot clanked against the cold marble a little too loud. The man quickly rose the teapot examined the bottom; fear of the teapot had broken due to his careless handling.
A screeching sound of house slippers sluggishly dragged amplified upon the thin walls of the apartment. The man smiled acknowledging as the bunny slippers come to view.
3
2
1
“Minho hyung!” A teen, no, a boy shouted groggily in annoyance, retracted his hand from the side of his pink pyjamas and covered his yawning.
“Morning,Taemin!”The man greeted as he walked forth, walking past the boy to the dining table setting up for breakfast.
“HYUNG!”The boy was exasperated for the lack of attention he had been showered with, staring at the man with his arms folded into an akimbo and his bunny slippers covered feet tapping loudly against the linoleum tile, the man turned around and smiled.
“How can I help you?”The man said almost sarcastically, it was the routine he had to go through since the boy had rented one of the rooms in his apartment. The boy will wake up in aggravation, on time for breakfast still in his pyjamas whining about the clanking and the noises coming from kitchen.
“You’re too loud! I don’t have class this morning and you just ruined my plan to sleep in!”And just he had thought, the boy was whining the same thing he’ll be whining on a Monday morning. The only way to calm his little temperament was - bribing him with foods to shut him up.
“Taemin, I made your favourites today. Pancakes with chocolate syrup on top.”The man traded, showing off the piles of pancakes being poured with abundant amount of chocolate syrup falling down like a waterfall and a final touch of cherry on top, and the man could see the boy unconsciously licked his lips with his eyes bulging in appreciation and arms reaching for the plate.
“Nu-uh. Shower first.”The man rested the plate and signalled the boy to his bedroom.
Taemin 0
Minho 1
~
“Hyung, pass me the syrup.”Taemin asked across the table, Minho was reading his newspapers, sort off, he could hear the boy was desperately wanting the liquid of saccharine goodness which was next to Minho for a mischievous reason .
“Hyung!”The boy raised his voice, the man chuckled and smirked knowing the boy was losing his patience. Minho flipped to the next page, skimming aimlessly on the images and the black writings filled with facts and lack of narrative.
“HYUNG!”The boy shouted, his face was red with anger as he stood up trying to reach the syrup.
“Taemin, can’t you see I’m trying to read newspapers peacefully. Go get it yourself.”Minho remarked and he was trying to hinder from bursting to a loud laugh seeing the boy’s annoyed expression.
“FINE!”The boy walked to his side, and snatched the syrup. When Taemin was seated, Minho could feel a fiery stare burning holes to his newspapers and the dark aura Taemin emits was enough to make Minho’s pleasure in reading decreases.
Taemin 1
Minho 1
~
“Well, Taemin take care.”Minho muttered, ruffling Taemin’s hair leaving the boy pouting and his hands moving to re-adjust the mess. Minho chuckled.
“Make sure the doors closed when you’re leaving the apartment to your class.”Minho said, adjusting the strap of his blueprint carriage.
“Yes, yes I get it, you can leave now. Trust me, I’m fine and the people in the firm need you more than I do.”Taemin pushes Minho to the door, urging the architect to leave.
“I’ll take care of the house, myself.”The boy continues ranting and unexpectedly Minho pecked his cheek. The blabbering Taemin had been replaced with a blushing Taemin, Minho chuckled and ruffled his hair which at this rate, Taemin hadn’t even realised.
~
Taemin was stoned at the same spot for quite a long time with the scene replaying every time he shook it off with extra effort. He caressed the spot Minho’s lips had touched and he giggled. He spins around the living room as if he was in a field of blossoming flowers, turning on the radio, and singing free-willingly. Is this love, is this how being in love supposed to feel? He thought to himself when he lay on the couch staring on the ceiling searching for answers. The tingling on the place he was kissed, the constant need to repeat the event and to blush beautifully. If this how love feels, he doesn’t want to be out of the supply of love.
~
It was after his class during the afternoon and he had received good tidings that Taemin found himself dialling Minho’s number whilst waiting for the bus. He was anticipating for the man’s voice, but at the same time his palms was sweating as he rested them on his laps, for the first time in his life, his tongue had been tied by an invisible string when Minho’s baritone and his ear candy called out his name on the phone.
“Taemin, taemin are you there?”Taemin nodded which he later mentally slapped himself.
“Y-yes, Taemin is here.”He stuttered, his palm was clenching the material of his pants for borrowed comfort.
“What’s wrong, Tae? Are you sick?”The man on the other side of the phone sounded concern and it melted his heart. The nickname that he was used to be called by his friends, sounded better with Minho’s voice.
“N-no, I just want to tell you I got the highest mark for my project.”
“That deserves a celebration! Taeminnie, I need to go, meet you later, Ok?”And, he sat there giggling to himself, receiving dirty looks from the passer-by.
~
“Who was that?”A man with feline eyes and a sharp jaw enquiries as he leaned at the door sill, his eyes were glinting with curiosity.
“Ah,no one Kibum.”Minho retorted, pretending to sketch.
“Well, of course it’s no one, especially when you’re blushing. The man walked inside the office, slyly choosing his words in order to crack the passwords to Minho’s secret.
“Fine, it was Taemin.”Minho answered lowly; making sure it’s only audible to Kibum.
“Oh, the cute boy who’s living with you.”Kibum shrieked and Minho signalled him to keep it down with hand gestures.
“That’s the one.”Minho answered back, scratching the lead of his pencil on the paper.
“I see you’re so love struck, that you’re drawing him during work hours.”Key glanced on the paper, and impishly commented on his sketch which was none other than Taemin’s face.
Minho quickly scrambled and hid the sketch beneath a pile of documents.
“Introduce him to me, when you guys starts dating.”Kibum said as his took his leave.
~
Minho went back a little after 6 with a bottle of fine wine to celebrate Taemin’s good news, as he drive back with the mellow, romantic tracks playing on the radio. He was taken back to 3 months ago, when Taemin first arrived on his doorstep, officially his tenant. The boy, well, teen is a sophomore in a university majoring in Architecture. The boy had first greeted him with a toothy smile, to be honest, before Taemin came, he was this cold and workaholic architect, working 24/7, his lavish apartment constantly unoccupied as he was used to working after hours and spending the nights in his office, only coming back for change of clean clothes and weekends.
Then Taemin came in, a klutz and in his eyes a child that need constant attention. Suddenly, all his usual routine and workaholic habit was tossed out of the windows; he stayed home, to accompany the boy, protecting him. He was no longer the Choi Minho who lives in the office, Taemin had taken him away from that shell, they spent weekends together, which at one point, Kibum had mentioned to him that he was a changed man which he shook off and remarked as silly.
But, as times passed by, collecting the younger’s habit which at first he thought was irritating but now he uses them to seek amusement as the boy being worked up every time Minho teased him. The feeling that people labelled as love started budding, and that was the only reason he kissed the boy’s cheek this morning, the effect of it on the boy was priceless. And, Kibum was right, he was a changed man and with that thought he smiled and was eager to get home.
~
“Taemin, I’m home!”He shouted once he entered the apartment.
“Welcome back!”The boy called out with an apron clinging on his neck.
“What are you doing?” Minho asked sceptically.
“Dinner!”The boy momentously answered. Minho was about to tease the boy when the smell of steak inches in his nose and all was gone.
“I think I’m going to shower now.”Minho rested the bottle of wine on the counter and rushes to his bedroom.
~
The meal was scrumptious, after they had finished cleaning up. Both of them rested on the couch watching soap operas. Once in awhile sipping their glass of wine.
“Here’s to Lee Taemin’s successful project.”Minho started
“And Choi Minho’s firm.”Taemin ended as their clinked their glasses together.
Taemin was lightheaded; it takes him a few glass of alcohol to make his speech slur and his movements wary. Taemin rested his head on Minho’s shoulder with his hands wounding around Minho’s waist, the man was surprised but his hand slowly strokes the boy’s locks.
“Minho-ah, I like you a lot.”Slurry speech was muttered but still can be comprehended, the boy hiccupped.
“I like you a lot too.”Minho retorted back and Taemin sat up with his hand clutching his throbbing head, tilting his head to the side in confusion.
Minho strike forward, cupping the boy’s cheeks in his palms and their lips met languidly. They pulled back seconds later, with no words muttered between them.
But Taemin had his wounded tighter around Minho’s waist and his head resting on Minho’s chest and Minho had his chin resting on Taemin’s head, and slowly stroking the boy’s locks.
At times, action speaks louder than words.
When I’m with you, I don’t mind being nervous
I may be a little hasty, but you’re the only one who can tell me what to do~
I guess my heart was stolen before I knew it and I’m missing you all day long~
- Younha - Can’t Believe It